Chapter 20 Making sweet duck!
"Chen, Mr. Chen..."
As soon as Chen Yang left the restaurant, he was stopped by a woman, who was the previous lobby manager Wang Ting.
"Manager Wang, what's the matter?"
Chen Yang didn't have a good impression of this woman.
"Mr. Chen, it was my fault earlier. I was blind. I didn't know that you and Xiao Zhang were always friends. Can you help me plead with Mr. Zhang and don't fire me? I can't live without this job."
At this moment, Wang Ting has lowered her posture, even a little humble.
Chen Yang said, "You mean, if I'm not Mr. Zhang's friend, it's my fault?"
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant."
< br>“It’s not easy in my family either. My parents are both farmers, and I have an older brother and two younger brothers...”
Wang Ting waved her hands hastily, and she actually acted miserably in front of Chen Yang.
"Stop."
Chen Yang interrupted her, not interested in listening to her nonsense at all, "Manager Wang, you also said that your parents are farmers, why do you still look down on her? Farmer? "
Wang Ting opened her mouth, but Chen Yang's words directly disrupted her train of thought.
“It’s not me who fired you, but Mr. Zhang. These words are useless to me.”
After saying a few words, Chen Yang got on the tricycle and left without looking back.
Obviously this woman has not realized her mistake. The reason why she apologized is simply because her interests have been damaged.
Adults should be responsible for their own words and deeds. They were raised by their parents. Am I used to your temper?
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The old house of the Chen family.
"Brother Yang, are you still going up the mountain this afternoon?"
More than three hundred kilograms of chicken fir trees were not collected by Chen Yang alone. In the past two days, Song Ping had been helping to pick chicken fir trees. Chen Yang sent him a big red envelope, worth five thousand yuan, which almost made this boy happy.
“Let’s take a day off.”
I was very tired these two days. Chen Yang looked at the growth distribution map of chicken fir trees. The nearby chicken fir trees were basically mined out, and the ant slopes were all over. After being searched over and over by them, if you want to continue looking for Jicong, you have to go deep into the mountains.
He went to the market in the morning and bought a few ducks, as well as some medicinal materials and spices. It was hot in the afternoon, so he happened to study how to make sweet-skinned duck.
Song Ping was a little disappointed, but after looking at the blazing sun outside, he felt more comfortable at home with the air conditioner on and watching TV.
"Where's your dad? Call him over and help me kill the duck."
At home, Chen Yang rarely cooks. The only dishes he knows how to cook are cucumber and tomato salad. Scrambled eggs, not to mention asking him to kill chickens and ducks, not even a single fish.
“My dad? He went up the mountain.”
“Going up the mountain?”
“Don’t you know, a tour group came to the village in the morning, and my dad was asked to be the tour guide and took it up the mountain?”
Song Ping asked from the table He picked up half a piece of watermelon and chewed it while talking to Chen Yang.
Hearing this, Chen Yang's eyes moved slightly, "Have you said how long you will be gone?"
"I don't know, I should be back tonight."
Song Ping was still very happy. The other party offered him a sky-high price of 10,000 yuan a day. He wished his father could stay in the mountains for a few more days.
Firstly, he has no one to care about him and is free. Secondly, the family can also earn more income.
His mother works in a restaurant in the county town and comes back once a month. Today, Grandma Liu went to town to have dinner again. He is the only one left at home. There is no tiger in the mountain.
"That's it..."
Chen Yang felt vaguely uneasy, but he quickly put it behind him.
In the end, it was Chen Yang who killed the duck himself.
The process was simple and crude, with a knife slashing the neck and ducks running around in the yard.
The old man was taking a nap and was awakened by the movement outside. When he came out, he saw that the whole yard was covered with blood. It was shocking.
The dogs were so frightened that they hid in the firewood pile and shivered!
As a last resort, the old man killed the duck himself and cleaned it.
Although there are recipes and production processes, the actual production is not so easy.
Chen Yang experimented three times and destroyed two ducks before he finally produced a sweet-skinned duck with both color and flavor. Of the two wasted ducks, one was fried and the other was marinated. The heat was not controlled well, and in the end, Heihu got the better of him.
“Why do you want to make sweet duck?” Chen Jingzhi was a little surprised.
My grandson rarely gets out of the kitchen a few times a year, but he can still make this stuff.
Chen Yang said, "I have friends coming tomorrow, so I have to do something good to entertain them."
"Who is coming?" Chen Jingzhi looked at Chen Yang doubtfully.
"Teacher Huang is coming, and there are also Teacher Huang's friends."
Song Ping chatted next to him, and while he was talking, hot duck was served on the table, and the little guy didn't take himself seriously. An outsider pulls off a duck leg and stuffs it into his mouth.
“Wow, Brother Yang, it’s so delicious. This is the most delicious sweet-skinned duck I’ve ever eaten.”
Song Ping's eyes were shining, and his intoxicated expression was somewhat exaggerated.
"Teacher Huang?"
Chen Jingzhi was a little surprised, but soon realized who Song Ping was talking about, Teacher Huang, and he immediately became happy.
“Is it that exaggerated?”
Chen Yang also tore off a piece of duck meat and tasted it. Although he was confident in the secret recipe given by the system, after all, it was his first time making it. Still no bottom.
Sweet, salty and fragrant.
The duck skin is wrapped with a layer of maltose, and the unique taste of duck meat, combined with the spices, makes your mouth full of juice after one bite.
The beautiful taste stimulated the taste buds, and Chen Yang wanted to bite off his tongue.
It’s delicious, it’s really delicious, it’s so delicious that your skin will burst.
It can be said that Chen Yang grew up eating sweet-skinned duck, but compared with the duck in front of him, the ones he had eaten before could not be called ducks.
The old man also tasted it and was also full of praise.
One duck, three people, and in a few minutes only a pile of bones was left.
"It's so cool, Brother Yang, why don't we sell sweet-skinned ducks? Your craftsmanship is much more authentic than those old shops in town, and you will definitely make money."
Song Ping held a bone in his hand and wanted to suck another two ounces of meat from it.
The little guy’s eyes are all about money.
Chen Yang shook his head, "This stuff is delicious, but it's too time-consuming and laborious to make."
Asking him to sell it, he really didn't have the idea.
“Ah, that’s a pity!”
Song Ping was a little disappointed, but soon became happy again. Teacher Huang is coming tomorrow, which means that he can still eat it tomorrow.
Children’s thinking jumps like this.
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The next morning, Huang Ying and Zhang Yanan arrived as scheduled.
Chen Yang made the sweet duck on the spot. After yesterday's practice, it was obviously much smoother this time.
Yesterday’s brine is still there. After keeping it overnight, it becomes even more flavorful.
Zhang Yanan really didn't expect that this guy Chen Yang would really stir up trouble.
"Brother Yang, my dad didn't come back last night." Song Ping asked Chen Yang, a little absent-mindedly.
“Huh?”
Chen Yang raised his head and glanced at him.
“I can’t get through the phone either.” Song Ping added.
This kid is not so heartless. His father didn't come back last night and couldn't get through on the phone, so he felt a little panicked.
"It's okay. The signal in the mountains is not good, so it's normal if he can't get through."
Chen Yang patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.
(End of this chapter)